After my fast track to my Montana Homebase in May, I spent two months trying to figure out how COVID was going to play into my travels this year.
Just as my command to STOP reaches his ears, he looks up with a mouthful of prickly Cholla balls that had been laying on the ground near the plant. “NOOOO!” Too late.
Is it possible Jagger? The holidays are upon us once again. This year is our fifth year traveling “fulltime,” with the trusty Workhorse pulling our Coach.
I pull back on the reins, slowing the workhorse down as we enter Reuter Campground, just outside of Sundance, Wyoming. It doesn’t appear this campground has a Host, at least not parked at the entrance. Near the kiosk, I block the road and climb down from the panting Workhorse, walking far enough to see the campsite.
Looking out on the vast battlefield you can see headstones everywhere. Soldiers, Lakota-Northern Cheyenne, and Arapaho were buried where they fell. Many horses were also lost in the battle that day and are buried in mounds.
This morning Sydney and I packed up our camp once again while Jagger watched excitedly. Once we completed our job we all loaded into the Workhorse. Then I hitched up […]
It wasn’t long before our company, Sydney, started moving around and waking up. I had to snicker to myself, how could anyone sleep with all the racket my Papa was making.
Another Drizzly Morning – Introspection of a Retired Vagabond Jagger seems lethargic, not his normal perky self. Maybe it’s because of another wet morning. I can relate, feeling stiff and sore as my […]
I was ready to move on and asked Jagger if he was too. Of course, I expected no more than a tilt of his head, not a real response. I […]
This Spring season we’ve been having a lot of rain and overcast skies on our slow trip North along the coast of California. Since I’ve been dry camping or boondocking […]
Jagger and I left our home early in the afternoon. Our destination was the beach to do a little exploring. Our first stop however, was Ace Hardware in Morro Bay. […]
I step down the steps and when I get to that last step … Whoa! What? Someone has stolen my adjustable step